Jamin was out of town this weekend. My saving grace, my parents, were too. (I didn't tell them Jamin was leaving because I wanted them to go) So I was at home for a total of 48 hours on my loansome until Jamin returned. Not a big deal. I can handle it. I'm a big girl. {Read: I am so thankful that my parents are here, because they are so wonderful! I'm totally spoiled.}
I decided to be super mom and after running a few errands with the kids on Saturday, we would go to the park and feed the ducks.
Until the bread ran out.
Bad Idea.
I have never seen my strong willed child, who is THE most strong willed child in the world, by the way, pitch such a fit. I didn't know that fits could last so long. This was the fit of all fits. The entire way home:
I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks!I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks!I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks!I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks!I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks!I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks!I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks! I want to feed the ducks!
I stopped at Arby's and purchased some chicken nuggets for lunch, because the entire time he was screaming he wanted to feed the ducks, I kept trying to determine what he would eat for lunch.
I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hambI want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger! I want a hamburger!
Me: I want to blow my brains out!!! I want to blow my brains out!!! I want to blow my brains out!!!
The fit lasted, read it people, ONE HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES. There was no rationalizing with him. He was exhausted. I timed it. I finally threw him in his room (when we were off that hellish car ride) and locked the door. He fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.
STRONG. WILLED. CHILD.
I am not a bad mother. My child is not horrible. He just has a very strong personality. Someone, please tell me you've been there before. I need therapy. I am going to DIE with three children. DIE.
Someone very wise recently told me I am in the dark ages, and that it gets better. I totally believe her.